Stress Free Poetry

Or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found: Now proud as an enjoy'er and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure; Sometime all full with feasting on your sight And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had or must from you be took.     Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,      Or glut toning on all, or all away. By ( William Shakespeare )

A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted  Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;  A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted  With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;  An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,  Gilding the object whereupon it gaze-th;  A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,  Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amaze-th.  And for a woman wert thou first created;  Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,  And by addition me of thee defeated,  By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.      But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,      Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure BY (WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE)